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teasing mood.
    That won't happen tonight though. It rarely happens on love making nights. Nights like this are all about us finding that special place together. No seduction, just immersion.
    I hold onto him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my mouth opening in an O as he amps up the intensity.
    “Don't stop,” I whisper, even though I know he wouldn't stop anyway. I can hear his heavy breathing, that he's almost at his peak.
    We ride the wave of sexual bliss together, our bodies crumbling against each other. I buck my hips up to feel his body crushing my clit into submission, and he swells as he spurts into me. It's intoxicating when we climax together—feels like everything that brought us to this point was so totally worth it.
    “That was good.” I stroke the nape of his neck as he rests on top of me.
    “Just good?” he breathes into my ear though I can tell he's not really offended.
    “It's always amazing, love.” I kiss his temple.
    “I always want it to be amazing. And I always want it to be with you.”
    “I would certainly hope so.” I smile at him as he raises his body.
    His eyes are still hooded, though more with affection than lust. “I don't want to think of another second of my life without you.”
    My heart floods with warmth from his words. He said once before that he wasn't good at romance, but he's such a liar. Ever since I moved in with him, he's been doing so much to prove otherwise. Buying me flowers. Taking me out on sweet dates. Making me special dinners. I've even come home to a nice hot bath drawn for me.
    I caress his cheek, trying to return his appreciative gaze. “I don't want to think of another second of my life without you either.”
    “Then marry me.”
    My mouth falls agape, and it feels like my heart has burned a hole through my back and the bed and dropped to the floor. Did I just hear him right? Did he really just propose in the afterglow of an orgasm?
    “What?” I choke on the word.
    “Marry me,” he repeats, then looks away a bit embarrassed. “I know this probably isn't how you pictured getting proposed to, but I don't want to wait. When I was lying there on the floor in the gas station, I thought so many things...especially about my regrets if things came to the worst. One of them was that I never asked you to marry me. So I'm not going to wait. I'm not going to wait another month, another day, another second. Marry me.”
    Crap. I had just stopped crying, and now my face faucets have turned back on again. I'm so excited and overwhelmed that I'm shaking.
    No, this isn't how I pictured being proposed to, but I can't imagine someone ever saying something more romantic to me. While I was standing in that robber's arms fearing for my life, he was thinking about how he wanted to marry me?
    “Yes,” I half sob, half respond, nodding fervently.
    “Yes?” he parrots back as if he didn't hear me.
    “Yes,” I repeat, throwing my arms around him and practically strangling him against me in a too-tight embrace.
    He laughs, and as soon as I loosen my grip on him, he kisses me all over the face. It's the happiest moment of my entire life, and one that I honestly never thought I'd actually get to experience with him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    ONE YEAR LATER
     
     
    Ugh! Nothing ever goes right when it comes to Lucian and me.
    I stand at the entrance to the church with my father, looking like a white whale in my Versace wedding dress. The fabric is straining against my stomach, and I feel far less pretty than I ever imagined I would on my wedding day. I already had to have the dress altered three times to match my ever-growing tummy, and I think it could have used one last go before the wedding.
    “This is not how I pictured getting married,” I grumble, my hand cradling my belly.
    Five months pregnant. Apparently my birth control was no match for Lucian's virility. He gave me the option of postponing the wedding, but like an idiot, I said no, too excited to be married